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[ This puppet had played her part. Sora's memories were returned to him, and she ceased to exist. Naminé had warned her that no one would remember her once she was gone—that there'd be no her to remember—and Xion had accepted it. ]

Unh…

[ Her palms against the floor, she lifted herself so that she’d be able to survey her surroundings. This movement seemed to take a bit more effort than it usually would have for her; how long had it been since she’d last been in this… vessel? She knew she wasn’t supposed to be here, and she hadn’t a clue as to why she was. She sat herself upright on the floor of the large room, looking down at her body to see the familiar coat of the Organization. She lifted a hand to her head, making sure her hood covered her eyes. Just in case.

Then, and only then, did she allow herself to question how she’d really landed herself face-down in this room. Did someone bring her here? Had something gone terribly wrong with Sora? ]

This isn’t right.